[She'd mistaken the Moogle, bobbing carefully overhead, as one of her own, at first. The confusion was brief, but unsettling. Lulu was unaccustomed to feeling unsteady, to wavering on her feet, and it bothered her. This place, with its bright blue sky and welcoming (too welcoming, Lulu thinks, feeling suspicious), was lovely. But it was not Spira.
Her Moogle follows behind her dutifully, and she periodically asks it questions (not liking this either, the not knowing anything. Having to ask for help), but outside of that there is little to give away her confusion and unease. She is almost preternaturally calm. On the outside, at the least. Internally, she's all nerves. Surely this was not the doing of the maesters, to spirit her away to such a place? And if they had, she doubted any of them would be lauded as heroes. Heretics, most like, but...
Best not to think about it. Better to be here than a slow death in the Via Purifico. But where was Yuna? Or the others?
She walks like she knows where she's going too, which is funny, because she doesn't. Her movement is confident and graceful, the only sound coming from the clicking of her jewelry. Chances are she'll bump into you while searching, but her only comment is a slightly brusque:]
Excuse me.
[Her moogle, on the other hand, offers a tentative, apologetic:]
lulu | final fantasy x
[She'd mistaken the Moogle, bobbing carefully overhead, as one of her own, at first. The confusion was brief, but unsettling. Lulu was unaccustomed to feeling unsteady, to wavering on her feet, and it bothered her. This place, with its bright blue sky and welcoming (too welcoming, Lulu thinks, feeling suspicious), was lovely. But it was not Spira.
Her Moogle follows behind her dutifully, and she periodically asks it questions (not liking this either, the not knowing anything. Having to ask for help), but outside of that there is little to give away her confusion and unease. She is almost preternaturally calm. On the outside, at the least. Internally, she's all nerves. Surely this was not the doing of the maesters, to spirit her away to such a place? And if they had, she doubted any of them would be lauded as heroes. Heretics, most like, but...
Best not to think about it. Better to be here than a slow death in the Via Purifico. But where was Yuna? Or the others?
She walks like she knows where she's going too, which is funny, because she doesn't. Her movement is confident and graceful, the only sound coming from the clicking of her jewelry. Chances are she'll bump into you while searching, but her only comment is a slightly brusque:]
Excuse me.
[Her moogle, on the other hand, offers a tentative, apologetic:]
Kupo...
[It seems she's politer, at the least.]